I no longer use “diva” as a pejorative. Diva’s future for me is simple. It means throw back your fool head and sing like a trickster. Go ahead, you’re worthy.      

The moment you arrive We are in our universe, A universe of jubilant rendezvous, And when you leave, what then? What result do I crave? What do I want you To take with you? Your life, I want you to know, is a form of art. Your pen connects Your brain to your hands And…